Swollen sensibility
And my cowards pride
Define me
Blind me

Bind me
From dreams of old
Dreams of what could have been
What would have been
What should have been
If not for my vain soul

Sorrow
Sleepless nights
Mistakes not taken back
Not forgiven
Not forgotten

Where am I
What am I
If not lost
In my foolish pride

And I grind my teeth
And clench my hands
In the stifling light

The truth
That I cannot
Now be
My destiny

And so I gently go
Where no one follows
I pretend
Though I know
This is not the end

But it is not the beginning
Of a promised life

Wasted